My Husband Wants Me Dead (Esther and Bradley) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228 

“I drank a bottle of beer, mister.” Esther confessed 

Another man dressed in black stood up and grabbed Esther’s arm. “Mrs. Warner, your son is still in our hands Cooperate and don’t try any tricks.’ 

Esther anxiously replied, “I wouldn’t dare 

“Bro, keep an eye on the child. I’ll handle this woman,” the man instructed. 

A suggestive understanding passed between the men in black “Tll go first. You can join later.” 

“Be careful not to disrupt Mr. Hoyer’s plans.” 

“I understand 

The man pushed Esther into the women’s restroom. Her hands and feet were bound tightly with plastic zip ties, leaving a thin red mark on her pale wrists from the friction. 

“Mister, can you loosen the zip ties for me?” Esther requested. 

The man gazed at Esther and couldn’t help but have stray thoughts upon seeing her clear eyes. He had encountered many women, but someone as pure and seductive as Esther was a first for 

him 

He licked his dry lips and let out a sinister chuckle 

“Do you want me to loosen them? A playful smirk appeared in the man’s eyes, akin to a cat playing with its prey “Beg me”” 

“Mister, I’m begging you, please remove them for me!” Esther pleaded. 

The man chuckled, eagerly anticipating what would unfold next Using a penknife, he cut the zip ties restraining Esther’s wrists and ankles. 

Esther looked at the man with a shy expression. 

The man feigned gentlemanly behavior and said, “Go into the cubicle and close the door. I’ll turn around.” 

Esther entered the cubicle, pressing the flush button on the toilet and adjusting her clothes nervously 

With the hidden snack bone in her hand, she mentally rehearsed the pressure point techniques she had learned from a book during her time in prison. Knowing that she stood no chance against the men’s strength as a physically weaker woman, she had to rely on her wits. 

She recalled a certain pressure point mentioned in the book, one that, when stimulated, could cause a man to faint. 

Taking a deep breath, Esther stepped out of the cubicle. As the sound of the door opening reached his ears, the man in black approached her, wearing a wicked smile. 

“Feeling better now? 

The man’s smile sent a chill down Esther’s spine, and a look of panic crossed her porcelain face 

“Mister, I’m Bradley Warner’s wife,” Esther pleaded, hoping to evoke some hesitation. 

The man sneered. “I love wives the most. It’s thrilling!” 

Closing in step by step, he extended his claw-like hand toward Esther’s arm. However, she made a desperate move, forcefully stabbing the hidden bone into the man’s pressure point.